Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 598 20 Nicholson Manor (5)

After pushing through the crowds and going deep again, we arrived at the "Gold and Silver Street Market" at the intersection of "Steel Gate" and "Honeysuckle Street". Google search reading

Gold and Silver Street is a name that common people use to put gold on their faces.

The nobles in the city prefer to call this area "flea market".

Because this place is always crowded with people from morning to night.

Most of the people who come and go are apprentice handymen and low-level gangsters who live in harsh conditions. The places where they slept were all large shops with dozens or twenty people crowded together.

A straw mat was spread on the abandoned stone slab, and everyone lay side by side like corpses.

This kind of living conditions can be called a paradise for fleas.

The sun has just set and the night market at the flea market has begun. There is no handling fee for setting up a stall here. Find a corner in the crowded street that is out of reach of pedestrians, spread out a straw mat casually, and place your goods on it.

Then he shouted loudly all night long.

As long as the price is reasonable, you can exchange it for dozens of copper coins.

“Hey, friends and relatives who came to Rome to dig for gold!

I know what you need most right now! You need money, you need food, and you need women. "

“All of this is inseparable from a solid and stable job!”

"My dear friends, if you have no way out, the enthusiastic boss Ma Feng can help you! Our dear boss Ma Feng is the most powerful labor agency on this street!"

"Hey, brother! Why are you looking at me suspiciously?"

"Just continue walking north along the street for 15 minutes, and I guarantee that all your worries will be wiped away! If you are afraid of getting lost, just take a leaflet from me."

"When you see Boss Ma Feng, tell him that Mr. Miller introduced you!"

"He will give you the most generous treatment!"

Tang Qianye looked at a strong man who kept distributing toilet paper to the people around him, and truly felt that Ma Feng was different from what he used to be.

The snow-white "wood pulp paper" commonly used by the people of the Eastern Continent is a high-quality product that only nobles are qualified to use. Although the "papyrus" made from leaves is not expensive, it is not blown by the strong wind in the hands of common people.

The old man who promoted Ma Feng's shop on the street sent out flyers without hesitation. This handwriting alone was unparalleled in the entire flea market.

A large group of citizens grabbing flyers quickly gathered around him.

Many people may not need to work, but when they see others trying to grab one, they try to get one.

After looking at it twice, I realized it was useless, so I threw it on the road.

Tang Qianye picked up a leaflet from the dirt road. The leaflet was extremely rough, but it pointed out the route forward quite accurately.

Fifteen minutes later, he was already standing in front of a rather imposing two-story pavilion.

"Ma Feng Labor Agency"

"It seems like this is the place."

Walking forward slowly, gently pushing the door open, what you see after entering is a statue of the Holy Lord Christ covered in gold powder.

"Country dog" Ma Feng was wearing a Roman robe, holding a roasted pork knuckle and chewing it until his mouth was full of oil.

Crystal clear oil left on the corner of his mouth. He was eating so hard that Ma Feng didn't care about maintaining etiquette. He rolled up his sleeves and rubbed the oil directly onto the cuffs of his linen robe.

There were a group of younger brothers beside him, and they all sat around a long table, feasting on the table full of food.

A room full of young gangsters, sitting next to a gold-inlaid plaster statue of Christ the Lord, all wearing Roman robes while desperately stuffing all kinds of meat into their mouths. The scene in front of him simply satisfied Tang Qianye's desire for "nouveau riche". all imagination.

Knocking lightly on the door, Ma Feng raised his head and was the first to put down the food in his hands.

The Eastlander who appeared in front of him gave him a feeling of déjà vu, as if he had seen him somewhere before. After squinting his eyes and thinking carefully for a long time, he still didn't remember it.

In fact, Ma Feng cannot be blamed for this.

Even within the Legalist school, Tang Qianye's disguise skills were unrivaled.

During the journey into the Black Desert with Ma Fon, he disguised himself as the leader of the bodyguard of "Heath Branch".

At that time, the leader of the guards had strong muscles all over his body, and he always sat upright on horseback.

It is far different from the current literati dress.

Although he did not recognize the origin of the person in front of him, when he saw this oriental face, Ma Feng quickly grabbed a tablecloth and wiped the grease on his hands vigorously.

"Tangren" has always been synonymous with "noble" in Constantinople. This is not only because they hold precious commodities that everyone needs, but also because they have been influenced by Confucian culture for hundreds of years. This group of Tang businessmen respect the old and love the young, and do not bully the young and old.

Not to mention that the powerful sword cultivators in this group are still the pinnacle of mortal combat power.

"It's rare for a Donglu man to appear on Jinyin Street."

"This distinguished guest, I wonder how I, Ma Feng, can help you?"

In just three months after returning to Constantinople, Ma Feng had completely changed his hijab. He is no longer the miserable porter in the cavalry team carrying goods.

Old Hash was never stingy with his brothers, especially the porters who contributed the most along the way. The gold coins Ma Feng obtained were enough to change his appearance and become one of the most powerful gangsters in Steel Gate.

A sufficient amount of gold coins embellishment immediately gave him a somewhat businesslike temperament.

Seeing the business coming to his door, Ma Feng waved to his younger brother who stepped back.

A group of gangsters retreated into the back room holding their elbows and drumsticks. Taking out an iron pick to shave his teeth, Ma Feng led Tang Qianye to his "office" on the other side.

After reaching out and pushing away two Visigoth women in cool clothes, he pulled a round table and placed it between them.

"This distinguished gentleman."

"How can I help you?"